Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.